Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

The atmosphere at the scene became somewhat strange and solemn because of the old man's arrival.

While Yang Mi was speechless in shock at Teacher Huang's amazing "Qiandu image recognition" skills.

the other side.

The group of leaders had already gone to greet them.

Whether it was Wang Dafa, the commander of the garrison, or Shi Chang, the big boss of the city, both wore extremely humble and respectful expressions at this moment.

"Old Qian."

Wang Dafa quickly took two steps, arrived in front of the old man first, straightened his back, gave a standard military salute, and spoke with a tone full of respect and surprise:

"What brings you here?"

Although he was a senior colonel and the commander of a garrison, he felt like a greenhorn in front of the old man.

After all, when this old man was involved in national defense construction, he was still wearing open-crotch pants.

The mayor and several other leaders also stepped forward to greet them, each one as reserved as a primary school student waiting for the teacher to check their homework.

They were filled with doubt.

Logically speaking, although a large number of World War II-era explosives were unearthed here, and although the quantity was astonishing, and although it alarmed these local officials and even the provincial military region.

But ultimately, it's just a bunch of conventional bombs.

Dealing with this kind of thing is the job of the engineering corps and the bomb disposal unit.

How could this have alarmed such a prominent figure?

Could there be some hidden secret in these bombs that they don't know about?

Or perhaps this elderly gentleman was conducting research nearby and just stopped by for a visit?

........................................

When asked by the crowd, Qian Chenghui did not answer immediately.

He was wearing a faded Zhongshan suit, leaning on a cane, and his eyes, though aged, were still sharp as he slowly scanned his surroundings through the lenses of his reading glasses.

His gaze passed over the respectful leaders before him, looked at the potholed dirt road, then at the distant, rolling mountains, and finally settled on this land.

At that moment, the old man's eyes became somewhat unfocused, as if he were lost in some deep memory.

Actually.

Just a while ago.

It's in that top-secret archive room, which isn't a property listing.

Qian Chenghui was rummaging through piles of yellowed old papers, carrying out a task that seemed like finding a needle in a haystack, yet was something he had to do.

So many years have passed.

Since his retirement, or rather, since he accidentally discovered a hidden gem in the "Destruction Plan," which was considered both insane and resolute, he has not had a single peaceful night's sleep.

That unrecorded and undestroyed nuclear bomb was like a Damocles' sword hanging over everyone's heads, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

That was a backup plan left by our ancestors, the worst-case scenario made in that special era to protect our homeland.

That was the tragic spirit of preferring to die a glorious death rather than live a life of dishonor.

But times have changed. If we don't find those powerful weapons that protected the country back then, they'll become time bombs buried under our own beds.

Over the years, he searched many places, and every time he had a clue, he would personally go to verify it, but each time he returned disappointed.

until today.

In that archive room, as he was flipping through seemingly unrelated geological exploration data from decades ago, a simple map, no bigger than the palm of his hand, tucked inside a compartment, fluttered out.

The map was drawn very roughly, without even a scale.

But a five-pointed star was heavily marked on it in red pen, and next to it was a line of small, faded text—

[Jade Shattered - Backup Point No. 09]

Qian Chenghui's hands trembled the moment he saw those words.

He immediately took the rudimentary map and found the most detailed topographic map of the area, even though the topographic map from decades ago had changed significantly since then.

But he still relied on the unique mountain terrain and the shape of the winding river to compare and eliminate possibilities little by little.

finally.

When all the features overlap.

The target location has been locked.

right here.

It's in this place called Mushroom Village!

Once the location was confirmed, he didn't dare to linger for even a moment, and didn't even bother to report to his superiors. He immediately called his driver and rushed over from the archives without stopping.

He has to come and see for himself.

He had to see for himself whether this was the place he had been searching for all these years.

Memories recede like the tide.

Qian Chenghui's gaze refocused.

He looked at the seemingly peaceful and serene little mountain village in front of him, at the villagers watching the commotion in the distance, and at the leaders who, although tense, were still relatively orderly.

His heart was heavy.

"Old Qian?"

Seeing that the old man remained silent for a while, Wang Dafa tentatively called out again, his tone tinged with caution:

"Do you have any instructions? Or... is there something wrong with these bombs?"

........................................

Upon hearing this, Qian Chenghui withdrew his gaze.

He glanced at Wang Dafa, then at the group of media reporters standing around him, each holding a camera and microphone.

The old man frowned slightly; it wasn't appropriate to say what he had come for at this time.

then.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He slowly shook his head.

"I'm here to find a nuclear bomb."

However, the next moment, a thought struck him, and he spoke.

His voice was soft, somewhat aged, and a little hoarse.

But at this moment.

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears without any warning.

......

The wind seems to have stopped.

The surrounding area was originally filled with the noise of camera shutters, discussions, and the distant chatter of villagers.

In that instant.

They've all disappeared.

Qian Chenghui ignored their reactions.

He just stood there quietly, his face serious.

in fact.

On the way here, and even right after he got out of the car, his original plan was to keep it a secret.

After all, although the "Operation Jade Smash" happened decades ago, it is still a top-secret file.

According to regulations, this kind of thing should absolutely not be said in public, especially in front of so many media outlets.

He should first consult with the local military and political leaders, then block the news and conduct a secret search.

This is the safest and most procedural approach.

but.

Just now, as he looked at the dense villages around him, and at those innocent people...

His thinking changed.

If that map is real.

If the last nuclear bomb of the "Operation Gyokushaku" was indeed buried somewhere nearby.

So.

Everyone here is in great danger right now.

That's a nuclear bomb.

Even if decades have passed, the detonation device may have failed, and a nuclear explosion is unlikely to occur.

But the nuclear warhead is still inside!

After so many years of erosion, are the outer protective layers of those highly concentrated radioactive materials still intact?

What if a leak occurs?

The nuclear leak alone would be a catastrophic disaster for this land and the people living here!

This was a catastrophe.

And most importantly.

Although he found a map, it was far too rudimentary.

Surveying technology was limited in that era, and the diagrams were drawn for secrecy, showing only the general direction of mountains and rivers, without any precise coordinates.

With just the few people he brought, finding that hidden burial site in this vast mountainous region and this village with its complex terrain was like finding a needle in a haystack.

time does not wait.

If we follow the conventional procedures, with layers of approval and secret searches, it might take ten days to half a month to get results.

But danger can strike at any moment.

Thinking of this.

The thought grew stronger and stronger in Qian Chenghui's mind.

"True masters are often found among ordinary people."

He looked at the cameras, at the live streams connecting countless netizens.

With the internet so developed now, the power of netizens is boundless.

If we make this public and leverage the power of the media and the internet, we can get everyone to help identify the map and provide clues.

maybe.

That way, you can find the burial site in the shortest amount of time!

For the sake of the safety of these people, and to completely eliminate this hidden danger.

He couldn't care less about anything else.